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I blush as I conceal my laughter. "Red, red. You’re right. No talking about Greyson sucking Calloway’s wee."
Something hard pokes me from behind.
Wiggling backward, I feel Bryce’s hard bulge on my ass.
My lips purse as my breathing becomes even more labored. Bryce is… huge. The biggest, meatiest cock I’ve ever felt is currently lodged against me, knocking at the door of my asshole.
All it’d take would be two seconds for me to pull my clothes off and spread my cheeks for Bryce to enter me. He could fuck me right here and take my cherry in the cuddle room.
"I feel yours, Bryce."
"Red light or green light?"
"Red light?"
Bryce snorts. "You’re such a tease. And do not call me Bryce in the cuddle room."
I melt in his arms. "What should I call you?"
"Daddy."
Bryce
BJ falls asleep, and when he wakes up, my dick is still hard as hell.
I growl as I glance down, willing it to chill out. Mr. Dick, you cannot betray me like this. You’re going to make me lose my mind.
My dick, that bastard, doesn’t want to listen. No surprises there.
It strains against BJ’s ass, begging to slide in, to push between his perfect cheeks and show him how a real man makes love.
Oh gods. There’s no way BJ could take me. Not all of me at least.
If I’m afraid I’d crush his skull by swiping a strand of hair off his face, fucking him will be like fucking a doll made of porcelain.
BJ wriggles and bounces in the crook of my hip. "I wanna play now."
I pat his head, then suck in a deep breath. "Give Daddy a second to readjust. You were rubbin’ a bit too hard while you were sleeping."
BJ places his hand between my legs, then laughs. "I need to buy some extra-large cukes to prepare for your wee."
"Cukes?"
"Cucumbers." BJ rolls his eyes. "Duh. How else will I be able to take it?"
I’m about to snatch his wrist and bring it to my lips for a kiss when he tears out of my grip and darts toward the toy dump truck.
"Oh my goodness." Tears well in BJ’s eyes as he settles into the seat, holding Bob to his chest. "It’s my very first dump truck."
I sit upright. In control of my senses. I’m a grown-ass man, damnit. Not a horny senior in high school who can’t control his erections.
I issue BJ a grin. "I can’t believe you fit."
"Me, neither." BJ presses his foot down on the gas, then zooms all across the cuddle room. "Look at me go."
BJ crashes into a pile of blocks by the corner. He cries out, pretending to slump over and die as he hugs Bob tight.
I scramble to his side, then pat his forehead. "BJ’s still got a pulse. Phew. He’s okay."
